Karen Weiser, p.2



PEONY MONUMENT

my eyes a store of violent resources
a film over vision
inside your dark vehicle

          piled red mist
          manifold surface meadows
                    in secret: little brisk
                              and tumbling
                                        legs give way

between meals squeamish
          bench-like seeing

my weight fall through
                    a perfectly natural defense
                    covered over with sky